Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 10:06:12 -0700
From: Dave
Subject: Society Boys Part 79
The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews
Chapter 79
We pulled into the back of the station and into a garage. I was helped out
of the car and taken into a concrete area which was like a reception. A
large plastic tub was placed on the counter and my handcuffs were removed.
I rubbed my wrists thankful to have those things off.
"Please empty your pockets and place the contents on the counter."
I did as I was told and they listed the stuff such as phone, keys, wallet,
etc.
"Please remove your shoes and belt and drop in into the box." I did and I
had to hold up my pants as they would fall down otherwise. I was then
ordered to face the wall and place my palms flat on the wall above my head
and spread my legs. I did it although my mind was numb and I was beginning
to feel tears well up in me which probably wasn't a good thing for inside a
prison. One of the officers patted me down and searched me over my
clothes, although as he touched my pants they fell down leaving me in my
underwear. He even patted over my crotch and down the crack of my ass. I
was told to take my hands off the wall and pull my pants back up. I hoped
I wasn't going to get a full body cavity search. Not that it's a problem
on any other day, but somehow this seemed like the wrong place for that and
for me to be springing a boner from a finger in my ass. I was put against
a wall and my picture was taken from the front and sides. Christ, now I
had one of those horrible mug shots you see on TV. They always made the
guy look like a serial killer and no wonder since I'd been crying and felt
up. They should at least let you do your hair and wash your face to make
you look better. I was then fingerprinted which was totally messy and I
had ink all over my hands as they did fingers and then the whole palm.
I was led from the processing area in my socks, holding onto my pants and
put in a cell by myself. Once the door clanged shut, I was alone and cold.
The metal bench I was sitting on was very uncomfortable and the only other
things in the room was a metal toilet and little sink unit, along with a
small blanket. The room was concrete and the door was solid metal. It's
not like you see on TV where they have a dozen guys in a cell that's all
metal bars. I could hear guys in other cells yelling and banging on the
doors. Some were screaming obscenities and calling for the guards. It was
a horrible place. I was in there for what felt like 20 years before
someone opened the slot in the door and asked if I was okay and would I
like something to eat or drink. I asked for some orange juice and they
returned a moment later with a juice box. I took a piss and was halfway
through when I realized that there was a camera above the toilet. The
perverts were watching me pee. That has to be illegal I thought. I sat
back on the cold metal and waited. I was shivering, so I wrapped the
coarse blanket around myself and lay down. I began to cry and just hoped
that they didn't put some big tough guy in the cell with me. He'd see the
big fag blubbering away and I might get that unwanted cavity search. It
seemed like an eternity before the door finally opened again. I sat up and
Detective Morgan walked in. I no longer liked this guy.
"It's taking a little longer than we thought to search your house as it's a
large property, so it'll be a while longer before we call you to the
interview room. Are you doing okay?"
"Yeah, I guess. What are you looking for exactly?" I asked trying to make
small talk.
"I can't discuss that with you, but we'll have a talk shortly."
He left and I went back to waiting. I wanted my phone to talk to Colin or
at least play a game or something. This was unbelievably boring, scary and
cold. I was sure I had been in there for days when the door opened again
and the Detective returned. He told me I could come out and follow him. I
asked if I could bring my blanket with me as I was seriously shivering.
Maybe because I was cold, maybe from fear. He told me that it was fine.
We went into a small room and he told me to sit down. He sat almost next
to me and began to talk.
"Justin, I'm sure that whatever happened was just something that got out of
control and the more you cooperate, the faster we can get through this and
resolve the issue. This interview is being recorded both by audio and
video. As mentioned before, you do have the right to remain silent and
wait for your attorney."
"I understand." I said quietly.
"Your lawyer is just being processed to join us, but in the meantime why
don't you just tell me how you know Lawrence and Troy again."
I was just about to tell him, when I heard Colin's voice in my head telling
me to shut up and not say a word. "I'll wait for my lawyer if that's
okay."
"Sure, of course. Let's just get the preliminary stuff out of the way
first shall we. Your name is Justin Chad Masters?"
"I was told not to say anything, so please don't ask me stuff until my
lawyer is here. I'm not sure what I can and can't say."
"Surely you can confirm your name?" The Detective said grinning at me.
"You do know who you are right?"
"Of course I know who I am, I'm just not sure that I am allowed to tell you
yet." I sat back shaking as I really had no idea what to do and hoped Sam
would get in the room quickly. I needed a friendly face.
Fortunately it was only a few more minutes before Sam joined us and sat
beside me. "For the record, I am Sam Randleman, attorney for Mr. Masters."
"Okay, now we can begin," the Detective said.
"Now can you confirm that you are Justin Chad Masters?" I looked at Sam
and he smiled and nodded.
"Yes I am."
He asked a few more question like birthdate, place of birth, etc. Then he
started in on the questions about Troy, which Sam had no problem in me
answering. Even to the point of our sexual escapades, although Sam kept it
focused on just allowing me to answer about the night before the guys
disappeared. When he tried to comment about how he thought my relationship
might be inappropriate, Sam cut him off and told him to focus on the
investigation not his own morals.
"Did you have sexual relations with Lawrence as well?"
Sam nodded that I was okay to answer. "No, he said he was straight and I
just knew him as Troy's friend."
"We interviewed Troy this morning for a few moments while he had regained
consciousness. The reason you were arrested is that he identified you as
his attacker."
I was almost sick. "Bullshit!" I said before Sam had a chance to stop me.
"That's a pure lie. What is this crap? I would never hurt Troy. I'd
never hurt anyone. Look at me, I'm hardly big enough to do that to
someone." I was furious as I knew Troy well enough to know he would never
have said that.
"Please explain what was said during this interview, Detective."
"Mr. Walker was only conscious for a few moments, but we told him who we
were and informed him that he was in hospital. We then asked if he knew
who had attacked him. He replied Justin. We asked him to clarify and he
said Justin was his brother."
"So he came out of a coma, looking for the familiar face of his brother,
probably not fully conscious and you took that as identifying his attacker.
I'm disappointed in you Detective. I expected better of the Vancouver
Police Department."
Morgan ignored Sam and continued. "We have retrieved your phone records
and computer and will need your passwords for the email accounts and phone
access."
"Sure, just show me the court order," Sam said directly.
"It'll be here soon."
"Well, when it is, we'll review it and decide if we wish to comply or
contest it in court," Sam said standing his ground. I was glad he was
there or I probably would have handed over passwords and confessed to
faking the moon landing by now, just to get out of the place.
"We understand that you were harboring Troy Walker as a runaway minor when
you first met. Did you know that he was missing from his Foster home when
you took him to your house?"
"Don't answer that, Justin. Detective, do you have any valid questions or
would you like some worms for your fishing expedition?" I almost choked
out a laugh at this. I was sure glad Sam was my lawyer and now I knew how
Colin was so comfortable standing up for himself. "All the documentation
of Mr. Walker's adoption is available through Social Services. It hardly
requires our time here."
"Mr. Masters are you in the habit of bringing home street kids?"
"Again Justin, don't answer that. Who my client does or does not bring
home is none of your business. If you don't have anything relevant, we're
leaving or do I need to call the Chief?"
"So let's talk about the DNA found on the victims shall we..."
"Yes, let's do that," Sam interrupted sounding agitated. "You claim to
have found my clients DNA on the victims. How exactly did you determine
that?"
"Mr. Masters DNA is in our database from a previous incident."
"An incident in which Justin was a victim of an assault if I'm not
mistaken."
"That's correct," said the officer.
"So you used a DNA sample that was supposed to have been removed from your
system once the case was completed, is that correct?"
"Yes, however the DNA was only used last year and can be held pending
appeals."
"But it cannot be used to investigate something such as this. I think
we'll be able to get that dismissed in court, since my client signed no
authorization for his DNA to be kept and the sample was taken without his
express consent at the time."
"Maybe, but your client has admitted to knowing both of the victims and as
to how his DNA was on them."
"Are you aware, Detective that my client is one of three identical
triplets, all with identical DNA?" So how were you able to determine that
the DNA found on the victims was that of my client and not that of his
brothers?"
"Because he admitted to how it got there," Morgan said as he looked at the
mirror behind the table we were sitting against.
"Only after you questioned him based on your finding of DNA. Did you
question the other two brothers as well?"
"No, it was unnecessary."
"So, I'll petition the court to dismiss the DNA sample, which will
eliminate your interview and subsequently the statement provided based on
said interview. Does that about sum it up, Detective? I think we're done
here unless you have any additional evidence."
Morgan looked at his folder and delayed a little as he pawed through some
papers. He asked a few follow up questions about how we found the backpack
and timelines, but nothing else. He said he'd be right back and
disappeared for a moment.
"Thanks for coming down Sam. It's horrible in here."
"That's what I'm here for Justin. Don't talk as they will still be
recording."
"It doesn't matter if I talk or not as I didn't do anything. God, I can't
believe they think I would do something like this to someone."
"They are just doing the investigation and following all leads. The less
you say, the more it forces them to do their jobs properly and get evidence
as to what really happened and not fabricate things." I sat there not sure
what was happening exactly as we waited. Morgan returned and picked up the
phone on the table and put it on speaker. It was a judge somewhere and the
Detective explained his side, and Sam spoke for my side. The judge agreed
with Sam and ordered me to be released on my own recognizance until the
crown made further recommendations.
"Does that mean I can go?" I asked hopefully.
"We just have to wait for the order to come through from the judge and they
go through it with you. You're still being charged with the crimes, but
you won't have to wait in jail while they put the case together. I'll
explain it all when we get home," Sam tried to explain.
All I really heard was blah blah blah...'won't have to be in jail'.
The Detective disappeared again and was gone about 15 minutes before
returning with what he said was my release order. Sam read it over and the
Detective told me that it basically said that I had to keep the peace, stay
in British Columbia and was forbidden from attending the crime scene of
Stanley Park. Sam asked if I could accept those terms and I figured if it
meant I could get out of there, I'd agree to pretty much anything. I was
taken back to my cell where I waited a short while before they came and got
me and gave me my stuff back. They wouldn't however give me my phone. Sam
explained that it was part of the items they would keep, along with what
they took from the house including my computer.
"Detective, I strongly suggest you keep looking for the suspect in this
case and prepare yourself for a false arrest charge. I can assure you we
will be filing one, once this is cleared up," Sam told him.
Sam escorted me out to the parking lot where Jason and Colin were waiting
for me. I rushed into their arms and they held me tight. I've never been
so glad to see anyone. "How many days was I in there?" I asked trying not
to cry.
"About four hours," laughed Colin as we got into the car after agreeing to
meet Sam back at the house.
We all got together in the living room and he explained that as far as he
was concerned the Crown had jumped the gun on this one, partially because
of the high profile nature of it and the fact they had found extra bodies
in Stanley Park during the search. He said that they really had nothing
yet, except the DNA that they used to arrest me, and Troy's words. "None
of that will hold up in court. I'll get a court order to be present when
Troy regains consciousness again to ensure that what he says is being
quoted in proper context. At the very least, I'll make sure that we have
an independent Doctor assigned to him to be present while he's awake. We
may need it in case Troy is confused as to what actually happened. Hang in
there Justin. It could get rough for a while, especially if anything
happens to Troy. For now you are charged with four offenses from First
degree murder, attempted murder, sexual assault and assault. It's serious
at the moment, so just stay under the radar until we can get them dropped.
As a word of warning, this will almost certainly hit the paper if we can't
get the charges dropped within the next couple of days. If it does and
they find evidence that that it was someone else, you will be entitled to
compensation, but unfortunately the damage will already have been done."
I nodded and thanked Sam for explaining it. Colin and I walked him to the
door and he quietly told me one final thing. "Justin, I know that you
didn't do this, but if you know something about the crime and tell me that
you had something to do with it, I cannot defend with a not guilty plea, we
would have to plead guilty or plea bargain for lesser charges based on
additional circumstances. It's just the way the law works."
"I'm not guilty of anything, Sam. I promise. I just want them to find who
did this, and more importantly, I want Troy back safe. Plus I don't want
to go back to jail. Having done hard time already in the big house, I
don't think I could go through that again. Plus I really wouldn't want an
orange jumpsuit or have a cavity search."
Sam laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "I'll do my best. Stay strong.
I'll be in touch shortly with updates."
I turned to Colin who was smiling at me. "The big house? Orange jumpsuit?
You watch way too much TV dude. You get a set of red clothes and you were
only in lockup. The big house is Federal Prison. You don't go there
unless you get convicted and apparently they call it `Club Fed'. Oh, and
as for the cavity search, sorry to disappoint you, but they aren't allowed
to do those in Canada, and sex isn't permitted in Prison."
"See...Just another reason I can't go back. How could I serve a life
sentence with no sex? We should bring back Capital punishment. No sex
would be cruel and unusual punishment." I was babbling as I tried to make
light of the serious situation I was in. "Colin, I'm really scared. I
didn't do it. How could they think I would? What if Troy has brain damage
or something and really thinks I did something to him?"
"Sweetie. We were all here with you for most of this. Even when you were
alone, I'm sure there would be enough of an alibi to prove you didn't have
time. Sam will spare no expense clearing you. Don't worry babe. This is
just a horrible mistake, one you'll laugh about when it's over."
"I doubt I'll laugh about it. I thought I was going to die while I was in
prison. I may need therapy."
"Drama Queen much? You were in for four hours. I've seen you take longer
than that in the bathroom."
"Nuh uh! I don't really feel good honey. Can I please go to bed?" He
helped me upstairs and assisted me to get undressed and have a shower so I
could wash the yuck feeling off me from the slammer. I got into bed and he
kissed me on the forehead and closed the door. I awoke several hours later
with Colin next to me in bed. I rolled over and held him to feel safe. It
all felt like a wild rollercoaster ride of a nightmare and I honestly
couldn't believe it. For the next several days I was like a Zombie waiting
for something to happen and finally it did. The guys tried cracking jokes
about me being in jail, but once they realized I wasn't really taking them
well, they were a lot more supportive and tried to change the subject to
more normal stuff. I didn't even want to go outside and spent a lot of
time by myself when I could.
The phone finally rang and it was Sam to let us know that Troy was fully
awake and talking. I have never been so relieved to hear anything in my
whole life. I told him we'd be right there, but he explained that for now
only my parents could visit as his legal guardians and that I was being
forbidden from seeing him under the circumstances. It never dawned on me
that I wouldn't be allowed to go see him. Even Colin was being told he
couldn't go. Only my parents. All I could think about was how lonely Troy
must be feeling and how scared he probably was. I wanted to be there for
him. I paced anxiously around the house unable to concentrate and each
time the phone rang or a text beeped, I jumped a mile hoping it was good
news.
It was a few hours later that my Dad called and said that while Troy didn't
remember much and they hadn't told him about Lawrence yet, he did confirm
my story and said it wasn't me that had assaulted him, but he was asking
for me. I have never felt such a weight lift off my shoulders as it did at
that moment. I felt like I had gone from weighing 3000 pounds to 20
pounds. I asked if we could come down and visit yet. My Dad handed his
phone to Sam, who explained that the charges hadn't been officially dropped
yet, but he was heading to the Crown Prosecutor's office to have me cleared
and I should be able to visit within a couple hours. I literally thanked
him a thousand times and after hanging up, ran around the house yelling and
jumping around in excitement which caused everyone to come down and find
out what was going on. They all jumped around too and we raced for the
showers to get ready for the call to go and be with my brother. I must
have tried on several shirts and pants before I found the one I thought
Troy would like and then paced nervously around the house with the guys as
we waited for the phone to ring.
True to his word about two hours later, Sam called that the charges had
been dropped and we could go visit. Before he'd even hung up, I was
already in the car like an anxious puppy waiting for Colin to get me to our
destination. Sam also told me that he was preparing charges against the
police for negligence, false arrest, detainment and several other things I
had no idea about; and frankly didn't care at this point. I just wanted to
visit Troy. I haven't been this excited since my last orgy.
We looked like a mob invading the hospital as Jason, Alex, Kyle, Colin and
myself raced to Troy's room. He was still in intensive care so they would
only let immediately family in, which meant Jason and me. I took Colin's
phone and said we would open the video chat, so that the guys could all
talk to him as well.
As soon as I saw him I began to cry and so did he. I went and put my arms
around him and he hugged me weakly as he was obviously in serious pain. He
had casts on his leg and arm and tubes everywhere. He looked like a
science experiment gone wrong. He still had a sense of humor though as he
lifted his covers later on and showed me that he even had a tube coming out
of his dick.
I tried not to talk about the incident yet and we were all avoiding talking
about Lawrence. He asked a few times if we'd heard anything, but we just
kept changing the subject. We had been warned to lie for now until Troy
was strong enough to get the news. They feared something like that might
send him into shock and put him back in a coma or snap his brain. I think
they used a more technical term, but I wasn't looking forward to having
that conversation with him.
"Do you need anything brought in?" I asked.
"How about a TV and some video games and I could really use a sponge bath,
I smell like the inside of your sneakers."
"I'll see what I can do about that. But if you smell like my sneakers,
then you must smell sweet like a field of daisies."
"Denial...it's not just a river in Egypt," he grinned carefully, trying not
to laugh. He said his ribs hurt as several of them were broken.
"How do you feel otherwise?" I asked seriously.
"They have been giving me lots of pain medication. I think it dementedrol.
Plus I can just push a button if I need a bit more and it does it
automatically."
"I think it's called Demerol," I corrected and was a little happy that he
wasn't feeling any pain as he looked rough.
"My leg is itchy too. How do I scratch it with a cast on?" He asked
looking at me for help.
"Not sure. I've never had a cast before, but ask the nurse when one comes
in, maybe they know."
"Cool. Thanks. I really don't' feel good though. My head is spinning.
Maybe I should get some sleep for a bit, but I don't want to seem rude
since you came to visit me."
"Dude, all I want is for you to get better. Sleep all you want. We'll be
here so much, you'll be sick of us."
"I could never be sick of you guys. I'm just glad you're here, and I'm
sorry for all this. I'll make sure to pay you back."
"It's not your fault you're in here, sweetie. You have nothing to
apologize for. Just rest and get better so we can get you home. What would
you have to pay us back for?"
"All the hospital stuff. You know like the medications and casts and
things."
"Don't worry about things like that. It doesn't cost anything to stay in
hospital babe, so you have nothing to pay back. Push the Demerol button as
many times as you want, just keep the pain down and enjoy the buzz."
According to the Doctor, Troy would be kept for a few more days in
intensive care to make sure he was stable before being moved up to a
private room. He said that we could bring in portable video games, reading
materials but no food or drink. I asked about the sponge bath and he said
he would arrange it. Troy grinned. "I hope I get a cute guy to do it."
"I thought you were straight now?" Jason laughed.
"I don't think I am. I still prefer seeing guys to girls. Maybe I'm like
30% straight and 70% gay. Does Madison know?"
"That you're 70% gay?" Jason smirked.
"No, that I'm in here?"
"Yeah, we called her," said Colin over the video chat on the phone. "But
like us, she can't visit until you get moved upstairs."
"I'll bring in the Ipad tomorrow so that you can see the guys better."
"Sweet, when can I go home?" He asked the Doctor.
"It'll be at least a couple of weeks until we make sure your injuries are
healing properly, but we'll make you as comfortable as possible."
"Thanks," he said and turned to me. "Should we get someone to work at the
parking lot until I get back?"
"Don't worry about that, buddy. It'll still be there when you get better,
but until they find who did this to you, I'm not letting you go out alone,"
I said. "So get used to me being around a lot."
He smiled and rested his head. He fell asleep shortly afterwards, so I
went out and told the guys to go home. Colin offered me the car keys, but
I told him to just take it home and when I was ready, I'd catch a cab home
or call him. I grabbed one of the blankets and curled up in the chair
beside his bed and fell asleep. I was shaken awake as he woke up screaming
and I leapt out of the chair and went beside him so he could see me.
"Troy, I'm here buddy. You just had a bad dream. I held his hand and ran
my fingers through his hair. He was sweating badly. I grabbed the cloth
off the table and dipped it into the small bowl of water. I wiped his face
to help cool him down and wake him up a bit. As I did it, the nurse came
in and asked if he was alright. I told her he just had a bad dream. She
had his next shot of Demerol which she injected in his I.V. It didn't take
long for him to fall back asleep and he was still holding my hand. I freed
myself and went back to the chair. He woke up a few times during the
night, some in a jolt screaming or yelling like before and it broke my
heart that he was reliving the attack in his head. Each time I heard him,
I went over to him and he looked at me and smiled before going back to
sleep. Jason returned in the morning and relieved me. I filled him in on
the nightmares and told him what I had been doing. Troy would probably
never know that Jason wasn't me and we agreed to keep it like that as long
as he was in and out of sleep. It might provide some stability for him. I
stopped by the Future Shop and picked up a new Ipad for Troy. Once I got
home I felt such a relief wash over me at having seen Troy awake and
interacting, but was sad that he was being affected by it so much. He
looked terrible but it was important to not let him know that for now and
hopefully he wouldn't be traumatized when he finally did get to see
himself. I loaded the things with hundreds of games and transferred all
the music from the iPods. I could have run down to the `Q' house and
transferred all my backed up files to the iPad but I figured this would
suffice for now and at least keep Troy happy. I downloaded several movies
and TV shows for him too. Enough that he could be in hospital for months
and still have plenty to do.
As I was finishing up, the doorbell went and I absently walked to the door
with the new Ipad and opened it. Detective Morgan was standing there
again.
"Fuck, now what?" I said bluntly, starting to feel panicked again.
"We're just returning your property, but it looks like you moved on without
it."
"Yeah well I'm getting stuff for Troy to do now that he's awake. You stole
all my other shit, so I had to buy new things." The officer at the car
began to unload our property and brought it into the house. I used the
list he had to check off each item as it was returned and initialled beside
it. He asked me to sign that I was satisfied that it had all been
returned, but when I read the fine print, it said that it had all been
returned `in the condition that it was removed, except as modified as
required for the investigation.' I told him that I wouldn't sign anything
until I had checked each item to ensure that it was EXACTLY as it had been
before they removed it, or the item would have to be replaced. He was
invited to wait until I checked it all or he could return another day for
me to sign it, but I was happy to initial beside the items to say that I
had received them. He seemed to accept that, especially considering what
he had put me through already. I didn't realize how stressed he made me
until he left. I breathed a sigh of relief and took all the stuff down to
the activity room. I plugged my computer back in and charged my phone.
There were dozens of messages and texts to catch up on, but nothing major.
J.P., Alex and Colin joined me and were happy to see that I had all my
stuff back, as well as the things from Troy's room. We transferred all the
stuff we wanted onto the new Ipad for Troy and then they convinced me to go
and relax in the hot tub. I needed it as I had been so stressed and
depressed since this whole thing started. J.P. said he would take the next
round to visit Troy and let me get a good rest. I finally had a good night
sleep, even though the thought of Lawrence was still a gaping wound that
wouldn't be going away anytime soon. We visited Troy every day and it was
about four days before they finally moved him upstairs to a private room.
We were all allowed to show up after that. As Jason, J.P. and I entered
the room all together for the first time Troy smiled and looked frantically
around his bed.
"What's up bro, you need something?" I asked a little concerned as he
looked mildly panicked.
"Yeah, I gotta find the call bell for the nurse. I think I'm having a
brain hemorrhage. I'm seeing three of everything," he chuckled sweetly.
J.P. hugged and kissed him first and then Kyle pushed his way to the front
and hugged his `brother'. We made small talk for a while filling Troy in
on how things were going and played a few games together, although he was
having trouble with the cast on his arm.
"Don't you have to pee or anything?" Kyle asked concerned as he looked at
Troy basically unable to move.
"Nah, check this out." He threw the covers back to show Kyle the catheter
coming out of his dick.
"Whoa! Is that going all the way inside your penis?"
"Yep. If I have to pee I just go. I don't have to get up at all."
"Cool. That would be super handy in school. Do you have one in your ass
too for when you have to poop?"
"Nope. I haven't had to do that since I got here. Maybe it because they
haven't given me food yet."
"How come? Aren't you hungry?"
"No. I think there must be stuff in all these bags up there," he said
pointing to the I.V.'s"
As Kyle and he were talking my Dad walked in and looked at us curiously as
Troy was lying on the bed naked with all of us around him.
"Your Mom, uh Alice, will be in in just a minute, so you may want to cover
up, son," he said greeting him with a smile.
"Oh right. I was just showing Kyle the tube in my co... umm penis... that
lets me pee without getting up." He pulled the blanket up and hugged my
Dad. It was great to see them together. My Mom came in a few minutes
later carrying bunch of stuff from a teddy bear, comics, magazines, a small
video game, and even a new pillow, which she said would be way more
comfortable than the hospital ones. The TV had been hooked up in the room,
so we all took turns changing channels when we weren't interacting directly
with Troy. Mom and Dad didn't stay long as they figured Troy had enough
visitors, especially when Madison showed up. She was visibly shaken when
she saw him and cried a lot. She'd be a perfect gay guy crying that much.
It was mid-afternoon when Troy turned serious and asked about Lawrence
again. All of us looked at each other and tried to change the subject, but
he insisted on knowing what was going on.
"Guys why don't you all go grab some lunch and give Colin and me some time
to talk to Troy alone." They said they were going to go to subway, so we
gave them an order for food too. As Jason went to head out, I whispered in
his ear that I was going to tell Troy about Lawrence and that he should let
the nurse know. They had already told us that he was now stable enough to
hear the truth and we could let him know when we were ready. It was cruel
to keep him in the dark any longer. He needed time to grieve and start to
heal completely. Colin sat beside me and I held Troy's hand.
"Troy, they found Lawrence before you and he suffered the same treatment
that you did," I said looking directly into his eyes.
"Is he okay?" He said staring intently. His eyes were burning into me and
I almost couldn't choke the words out.
I shook my head as I felt tears start to run down my face. I sobbed a
quiet, "No. He was in worse shape than you and he didn't make it, baby.
I'm sorry."
"What? No...he has to be okay. Where is he?" Troy said as his lower lip
began to quiver. He grasped my hand more firmly and I saw a tear form.
"I'm sorry, Troy. He's dead. They found his body in the park. That's how
we knew something terrible had happened and launched an all-out manhunt."
"No...no...no. He has to be okay. Oh God, please tell me you're kidding.
His tears were flowing and he began to hyperventilate as it started to sink
in. He began to wail and cry loudly as it became more real to him. I
leaned over and hugged him tight. Colin came over and put his hand on his
thigh for additional support. "He's okay, he has to be. I can show you
where we went. I'll show you where he is. I know he's okay. He has to
be."
"Troy, did you say you remember where you where?" I asked surprised
because up until now the Detective said Troy was a blank as to what had
happened.
"Yeah. Lawrence and I went with a guy who bought us dinner and then took
us back to his place. I can show you and I'm sure everything will be okay.
Lawrence is probably still there."
"No baby, he's not. Lawrence is gone sweetie. I wish he weren't, I really
do as I liked him." I was having trouble holding it in and if this
continued, the nurses were going to have to sedate both of us shortly. I
was crying almost as hard as Troy. I hugged him again, being careful not
to apply too much pressure. Colin said he would go call Detective Morgan
in case Troy forgot again. I held Troy and just let him lean against me as
he cried and cried. I wiped his tears the best I could, but he was lost to
the news and making so much noise the nurse came in to see if we needed
anything. I told her we'd be alright, so she left quickly and quietly.
The other guys came with the sandwiches for Colin and I and when they saw
us hugging and crying, they began to tear up as well. I moved away to let
Troy have some air and J.P. moved closer and Troy pulled him in and held
on. Tears were flowing all over the room. We had passed the point of
needing a mop and bucket, and were well on our way to needing a boat; the
water was so deep in the room. Troy was crying so hard that he was having
trouble breathing as he looked at all of us and realized that we were
weren't lying to him. His friend was really gone. I don't think he
understood that he had probably only been hours from joining him. There
would be time for that at a later date.
Detective Morgan arrived shortly afterwards and once again, most of the
guys left to give some privacy. Colin and I stayed while the Detective
talked to him. Troy was able to fill in a lot of pieces of the story and
it was shocking to hear what he remembered.
"The guy Nigel, was really nice to us and took us to dinner at the Cactus
Club first and Lawrence had a steak and I had chicken." He was giving lots
of details and the Detective was patient as he recorded Troy's statement on
his digital recorder. "After dinner, he invited us back to his hotel room
and Lawrence told him that we weren't fags or anything. He had a nice car
and we parked in the underground parking lot. It started okay and he
offered to pay us to let him blow us, which Lawrence agreed to, but told
him we didn't do other stuff. Then he asked if he could see us naked
together and offered a massage saying he was pretty good at it. At first,
he was really gentle and the massage actually felt pretty good. He then
suggested a blindfold to make it seem more fun. He asked Lawrence if he
could tie him up and said it was safe because I was there. Lawrence didn't
want to but the guy offered him a lot more money, so he agreed as long as
the guy stopped if he couldn't handle it. He did it and Lawrence said it
felt weird to be tied up like that, but he was okay, so the guy offered to
let me try it too." Troy paused and reflected for a moment as tears
started to run down his face.
He had asked if Troy knew the name of the hotel, but he wasn't sure, but
did describe approximately where it was and how long it took them to walk
there. "Maybe we should take a break," the Detective suggested as he saw
Troy becoming distressed as the story continued.
"No, I want to keep going so you can find the guy," Troy sniffed as I
handed him a few tissues. He held my hand tight and went on with his tale.
"He got a lot rougher and Lawrence started yelling and screaming at him
which caused Nigel to get madder. I couldn't see what was going on because
of the blindfolds, but we were tied up side by side on the bed, so I could
hear that he was slapping or punching him or something like that. I yelled
at him to stop and let us go as it wasn't fun anymore. Then he started on
me and I got hit by what felt like a baseball bat. He twisted my leg until
I heard it break and then Lawrence was shrieking in pain too. Both of us
were screaming at the guy to get off but he just gagged both of us and
punched me in the face and told me to shut up. Lawrence began shrieking at
him that he didn't get fucked, but from the movement of the bed, he did it
anyway. Then he moved over and fucked me too. He didn't have a very big
dick, but with the broken leg, it was super painful as he lay on top of me.
I guess I wasn't screaming enough for him, as he began to beat the shit out
of me and yanked my arm back until I felt it break too. I don't remember
much after that as I got hit really hard across the side of the head and
woke up here. Please find the guy and make sure he suffers, especially for
what he did to Lawrence." Troy also explained that it was Lawrence's idea
to leave the backpack in the alley as he didn't like carrying it around all
the time. Lawrence had also suggested that Troy leave the phone as it made
him look like a rich kid and that wouldn't help to get change.
He had given a lot more detail in his story about the guy and what he
looked like and Detective Morgan asked if Troy would recognize him and
could he describe him enough for a police artist to get a picture out.
Troy said he thought he could, so another officer was called in with a
computer to allow Troy to put together enough features to have the picture.
Once he set up, we were asked to leave to give him uninterrupted privacy to
complete the sketch.
We were all out in the hallway where Colin asked the Detective if we could
have a copy of the picture when it was done, so we would get it out to our
network and put it up at the club and all businesses. He agreed and said
he would send us a high res file that we could use, if Troy was able to get
a satisfactory description. He also said that now that they had a
timeline, they could follow up on a lot more things like the security video
from the restaurant and possibly other businesses in the area. He was also
hopeful that they could find the right hotel as the guy may have been dumb
enough to register with a credit card. Things were starting to progress
and I was happier, although being this close to the guy that had slapped
cuffs on me and thrown me in a prison cell wasn't my favorite thing. I was
wondering if I could ever go down to the `Cell'r' again, or use handcuffs
for sex.
After about an hour, they finally had a picture ready and the guy looked
seriously creepy and I began to wonder why they would have gone with
someone like this, especially when Troy didn't need money. Troy was
thanked for his information and Morgan told us that we could contact him
anytime if we had more to add. We hung out with Troy in shifts to keep him
company for the next week. Sometimes he just slept, and other times we
played games, but occasionally he would just cry for no apparent reason.
When that happened we just held his hand and waited it out. He still woke
up sometimes during the night yelling or sweating, but we stayed with him
so felt safe when he saw us.
After the end of the next week, several of the tubes came out and they
worked on getting Troy out of bed for some exercise. He held onto me as he
struggled to get up. He winced and then giggled the first time he stood,
as his hospital gown was open at the back.
"Oh, I see why you wanted me to stand up. Everyone wants to check out my
cute ass," he said as he wiggled it a bit at us. He was obviously hurting,
but he still had that sense of humour, although he wasn't using it as much.
I hoped that the fun innocent Troy would come back fully when this was all
behind us. I rubbed his bare ass and grinned.
"Nah, I've seen better. Yours is all flat from lying on it so much," I
teased.
He pouted and J.P. tied the gown tighter so that he wouldn't moon the whole
floor. I helped him to the bathroom with a male nurse and he washed his
face. He wasn't very mobile as he still had the catheter in his dick and a
couple of I.V. tubes, but the nurse said it was important to get him up and
moving to help the bones heal and blood circulation. Troy said the most
painful thing were the ribs as all they could do was bandage around his
chest to keep them tight. We helped him back to the bedroom and the nurse
changed the bedding before he got back in. He looked exhausted from just
the short walk, but he admitted that it was nice to get out of bed.
"When can I have the thing pulled out of my di...ummm penis," he asked the
nurse.
"Usually we'll remove it when you are able to get in and out of bed on your
own without help. Is it causing you any discomfort?"
"It hurts a little as I think it's rubbing or something."
"I can take a look for you and maybe add some ointment to ease any chafing.
Would you excuse us so I can take a look?" he said to me.
"It's okay, he's my brother. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked a
billion times before. Can he stay?" The nurse agreed and said he'd be
right back.
"See, everyone wants to play with my dick," he grinned.
"I don't actually think he's going to play with it Troy, he's just going to
make it feel better."
He chuckled. "Once I get this tube out, I hope someone is going to make it
feel better the right way." Even with all he'd been through it wasn't
affecting his sex drive. I guess that was a good sign. I just hoped the
attack didn't leave a mental scar on him. I know when I was attacked it
haunted me a lot and sometimes it still came back on occasion. J.P. and
Jason went out to the hallway for a bit to make more room once the nurse
dude returned and pulled the curtain closed. He pulled the covers down and
lifted the gown. He looked at Troy's penis and said that it was a little
red and chafed but the ointment should help. He put a rubber glove on and
squeezed a little onto his finger and rubbed it around on his tip where the
tube entered him.
"Can I ask you some personal questions?" Troy said to the nurse.
"Sure."
"Do guys ever get...you know...boners when you touch them?" I blushed
slightly as he asked the question.
"Sometimes. It's normal so don't be worried if it happens, especially at
your age," he smiled. "But usually the catheter and the pain medication
prevent things from happening too often."
"Also...ummm... the inside of my ass is super itchy. I know that sounds
stupid but it's driving me crazy, can I have some of that lotion so I can
put it in there later?"
The nurse smiled pleasantly. "Sure but you should check with the doctor
first before putting anything in your rectum."
"Anything?" Troy giggled as he looked at me. I blushed and turned away
trying not to laugh. "Also the insides of my casts are killer itchy too.
Can I have a stick or something to scratch it with?
"We don't recommend that, but I can add some talcum powder to help a
little. We apply it to a soft fabric stick and slide it in, so that may
ease the itch a little." He went away and came back with a long thin
fabric stick that he coated in the powder. He pushed it into the casts
gently and Troy assisted him to get to the right spot. Once they were done
Troy looked a lot happier and calmer. The nurse left and Troy and I got
back to our video game.
The cops had sent us a picture of the guy they were looking for and it had
gone out to the media as well. Part of me didn't like that as it would
cause the guy to run and hide, but sending his picture to the whole country
might help catch him faster. Colin sent it out to all `Q' in North America
and told them the story. We both hoped that our resources would help find
the puke before the cops so we could exact some sort of revenge.
It was only a couple more days before the Doctor said that the catheter
could come out and asked us to leave. Kyle asked if he could watch and
Troy agreed. Since I'd had one already, I knew the feeling and it wasn't
unpleasant, but it also wasn't something I'd add to my list of sex games.
From behind the closed curtain, I heard the Doctor explaining to the boys
that he had to deflate the balloon holding the catheter in place and then
it would be removed. He warned Troy that there would be a little
discomfort as he gave it a quick pull. I heard Troy gasp and my dick
tingled as it remembered the feeling. The inside of your dick felt weird
for about an hour afterwards and the first time you peed it was a little
strange as it burned a little, but not painfully. I think it was just as
you pissed out all the lube they used.
I heard the Doctor tell Troy to turn on his side as he was going to check
on the stitches in his rectum and suggested Kyle leave. I almost broke
into laughter again when Troy told him Kyle could stay.
"He's been inside my ass more than you Doc, so I'm pretty sure he won't see
anything he hasn't seen before."
Troy never hesitated to speak his mind and I would have loved to see who
was blushing more, Kyle or the Doctor. I heard the Doctor explain the tool
he was going to put in Troy's ass and that there would be a bit of pressure
as he inserted it. It was silent for a moment and then Kyle spoke.
"Dude, with the light shining in your ass, I can see what you had for
lunch."
"No you can't, because they still aren't feeding me," he complained.
"It looks all slimy and pink in there." Kyle explained. The Doctor must
be really letting him get an education. "Wow, I had no idea that it could
spread open like that." The Doctor explained a few things about the inside
of the rectum and pointed out the stitches.
"If you two are finished making my ass into the movie of the week, can we
close it up before someone moves in there?" Troy giggled.
I heard the Doctor tell him that the stitches were almost dissolved and the
tearing was healing nicely. "Just avoid any anal penetration for another
few weeks. I'll have you see your family doctor in a month just to be
sure, but I recommend avoiding any stimulation back there until then." The
Doctor was pretty cool. He obviously figured out that Troy had been having
anal sex and was just warning him. "I also recommend putting too much
pressure on your anal cavity or stretching it too far until it has really
had a chance to heal. I suggest at least two to three months."
"I guess you're out for now, Kyle." Troy laughed. "He's got a huge dick."
I was sure I could see the red glow on the ceiling coming from Kyle. The
Doctor just told him to take it easy. "There's lot of other things you can
be doing if other than that. But I recommend you give your body time to
heal. Plus what happened can be very traumatic, especially the first time
you resume sexual activities."
"You know what they say, Doc. When you fall off the horse, you gotta get
right back on."
"We're going to get you some real food too, but softer stuff at first as
your jaw is still a little tender and the teeth are still a bit loose.
I'll have a few more of these tubes removed to make it a bit more
comfortable." The curtain opened and the Doctor just listened to Troy's
chest on his stethoscope for a bit and then wrote on his chart before
leaving.
"So forget about getting back on the horse, dude." I laughed.
"Well, if anyone is like a horse, it's you," Kyle giggled looking at my
crotch.
"If you guys keep talking like that, one of you is going to have to give me
a blow job now that my dick tube is out."
"You wish straight boy!" I laughed.
"Hey, only 30% straight, remember!"
We still weren't leaving Troy alone at all as I insisted that we stay to
protect him in case psycho man came back to finish the job. Everyone said
I had been watching too many TV crime dramas, but I wasn't taking any
chances. I returned one morning to find J.P. lying on the bed with Troy.
They were curled up against each other sleeping. It was so cute that I
just had to take a picture. A nurse came in and smiled. "They've been
like that all night. They obviously care a lot for each other."
"That they do." I agreed. I sat down quietly and just watched them sleep.
It was a couple of hours before they woke up and saw me. Troy smiled at
me.
"If you guys are going to be here all the time, you might as well sleep in
the bed with me as that chair looks really uncomfortable. But we can't
sleep naked though, as nurses come in and out all night."
"Good advice. Are you able to sleep okay?"
"He still had a few nightmares last night but they are easing up,"
J.P. explained.
"I liked having J.P. beside me when I woke up. Made me feel pretty good.
I even felt his boner through his pants a few times, so I think he liked it
too."
J.P. grinned. "I can't help it, you're just so cute! Unfortunately I have
to go home soon to get back to work, but I'll come back as soon as I can to
be here for you."
Troy was sad that J.P. had to leave but he understood. He even said that
when he got the casts off maybe he could go visit Montreal again.
J.P. loved the idea but I was damn sure Troy wasn't going to go alone, at
least not until I was sure he was safe. Several days later, they told Troy
he could go home and he was so excited that you would have thought he'd won
the lottery. My parents were there to sign him out and take charge of him,
since technically he was a minor and their responsibility. They had been
to the hospital almost every day and my Mom usually brought something with
her each time. Troy loved the attention and even though he was probably
too old for stuffed animals, he grinned like a little kid each time she
brought a new one. Maybe that's why she kept bringing them. We were given
instructions as to how to look after the casts and how to bandage the ribs
after being washed as well as recommendations on creams for the wounds to
make sure there was no scarring. The Doctor wrote a few prescriptions
which my Dad said he'd look after on his insurance plan. It's not like we
couldn't afford to buy them, but since it would be free if my Dad got them,
then why not let him. They gave Troy a wheelchair and crutches to use
until the casts were removed and all we had to do was sign for them and
promise to bring them back, although we did have to leave a credit card
imprint for the deposit on them.
"We should get you one of those electric wheelchairs, dude."
"Can you get one that goes up stairs too?" He joked. "My bedroom is on
the top floor of the house."
"No problem, we can help you get to your room. We'll just get one of those
stair lift things that you see on TV." I grinned.
"Cool." Said Kyle as he looked at Troy excitedly. "We'll never have to
walk stairs again. Maybe we could put in an elevator." The guys got more
and more wild with ideas as to how to modify the house and by the end of
it, we were going to have them beaming from room to room and house to
house. My parents just shook their heads smiling as they listened.
"I was going to suggest that Troy come home with us, but I'm thinking that
he's probably looking forward to going back to his own home," my Dad said
reading the situation properly.
"I would kinda like to get into my own bed," Troy said quietly "I hope
that's okay."
"Of course. We figured as much. We'll come and check on you and you have
our number if you need something."
"You guys can come over all the time if you want. I liked it when you
visited," Troy said as he hugged my Mom and Dad and thanked them. I think
Mom was really falling in love with Troy as she held him tight and had
tears in her eyes. We packed all Troy's stuff including the thousands of
cards, gifts, toys, books, etc. that he'd accumulated and headed down to
the SUV. Colin had pulled up close to the doors so he wouldn't have far to
go and we put the wheelchair and crutches in the back. There were lots of
people at home to welcome him back and we even had a welcome home banner.
Everyone was there including Jared, Myles, Forrest, Jake, Cole, Logan,
Billy, and our usual group. Madison was also there and hugged her
boyfriend as he came in the room.
"Are we having a welcome home sex party?" Troy asked with a big smile.
"Well we might, but you're going to bed to rest. You know what the Doctor
said. "No sex for three months."
"That's not what he said," Troy pouted. "He said no giant cocks in my ass
for three months, but that I should get back on the horse right away the
second I got home to make sure all my equipment was working."
"I think you have somewhat selective hearing," I chuckled as he sat down on
the reclining chair. We all hung out for a while and tried to make it as
normal as we could for Troy until he said he was tired and needed to go
rest. We helped him to his room and he sighed as his head hit the pillow.
He began to cry as he sniffed it.
"I can still smell Lawrence on it," he said sadly.
"Oh God, I'm sorry little bro. We should have thought to change all the
sheets and stuff before you got home. I'll go grab another pillow."
"No, please leave it. I want something to remember him by. Are we having
a funeral for him or something?"
"Yeah. We can do it when you feel better and can attend. It's gonna be
another month before those casts come off, so we'll do something after
that. Do you know all his other friends?"
"He didn't have many. Just other street people...and me." He said with
another tear in his eye. My heart was breaking again and my emotions were
all over the place. While I was happy that Troy was home and safe and I
would be making sure he had a round the clock body guard until the creep
who did this was caught, I was sad that Lawrence was gone and that it was
going to be painful for everyone to deal with the loss of such a nice guy.
Then there was the rage I was feeling towards the asshole that had done
this. I had stayed up many nights wondering what I would do to the prick
if I ever ran into him. I knew that what I wanted to do was give him a
taste of what he'd done to the guys, but I also knew that would get me sent
to prison and that wouldn't help anyone. Maybe there was a happy medium.
This was the one time that I wished Canada was like America, where I could
shoot someone in self defense. I could find the guy; pretend he was trying
to attack me and blow his knees off, followed by his dick and then put two
more bullets through his head after he'd suffered for an hour or two. But
this is Canada, I didn't even know where I could find a gun, never mind
justify shooting someone. Hell, even cops had trouble justifying shooting
people. I debated trying to become a cop so that I could have a gun and
get my revenge.
I'd figure out something though if I got the opportunity. My main focus
was to get my brother back to his happy funny self and put this behind us
as quickly as possible. People stopped over every day to see Troy and hang
out with him. He loved the attention and it was certainly helping to keep
his thoughts off Lawrence. The police had had no leads on the suspect yet,
and had told us that they had determined that Lawrence had no family that
they could find. He had been all alone in the world and that made my heart
hurt just a little more. We were able to claim his body and have him
cremated properly. I contacted the minister at the church where Troy and
Lawrence frequented and when the guys saw us, he immediately remembered me
and gave Colin and I big hugs to tell us how sorry he was to hear about
what had happened. He as a very caring person and I really liked him. He
may be a preacher, but he didn't ram religion down your throat, he just was
there for you and always made us feel better. Maybe that's what religion
should be all about. I think this guy understood that. He asked what he
could do to help us and we asked about some sort of memorial service. He
said that he was happy to help as a lot of the other people had been asking
if something was going to be done for Lawrence. We arranged a few details
and told him we would like to do it when Troy was healthy and out of his
casts.
The minister thought it might help the healing process if we did it sooner
rather than later. It would be good for Troy to see how many people cared
about both of them and maybe start a healing for everyone. We agreed to do
it on Friday night and went home to let Troy know. He immediately went to
work on making a video show with all the stuff we had with Lawrence on it,
and I was surprised at how many pictures and videos we had actually
accumulated. It took a long time to put it together, especially once he
began adding music and the whole thing began incredibly emotional. The
rest of us worked on making sure everyone knew when the memorial would be,
and although a lot of them didn't know Lawrence, they said they would be
there to support him. Even the TV news asked if they could do a piece on
it to help others and perhaps keep the story alive until his killer was
found. At first we didn't want to do that and turn it into a circus, but
the reporter promised they would be invisible and do some of the story
after everyone was gone. They just wanted to get the picture out again and
remind people to keep looking.
Friday night arrived and we were as ready as we could be. We helped Troy
get dressed in a suit and had to cut his pant leg and get him a slightly
larger shirt to fit over the casts, but he looked pretty good, despite
there still being some scars from the ordeal. He insisted on using the
crutches instead of the wheelchair, so we helped him as much as we could.
We sat in the front row and it was a tough sight seeing the large picture
of Lawrence at the front of the Church with his urn of ashes. The church
was surprisingly full with lots of our friends and the street people that
knew Lawrence...and Troy. They all greeted Troy fondly. The service was
pretty well done. It wasn't a lot of preaching and church singing as much
as it was talking about life and how Lawrence, despite being no longer with
us, would live on in our hearts and we would gain strength from his ordeal
and how he lived every day with such adventure. It was actually very
moving and I was thankful I'd remembered to pack tons of tissues as we all
needed them. Troy's video show was nice and caused a lot of tears in the
room. It was almost a bit overwhelming and I could see the reporter
watching everyone. He asked us for a copy of the file and asked if he
could use some of it for his story, and perhaps post it on their website.
We agreed and signed a release for it. One sure way for Lawrence to live
on forever. We had a small reception in the church hall afterwards and we
had made sure to provide lots of food and drink, as we knew the homeless
people could benefit from it greatly. One thing Troy had asked if he could
do was to provide new clothes and blankets to the church for the homeless
guys, in Lawrence's name. We offered to pay for it, but he insisted on
using the money he had from his job since he hadn't used any of it at all.
He thought this made more sense than anything. He gave all of it to the
Minister earlier in the week so he could get all the item in time for the
service; from blankets and rainwear, to shoes and basic essentials such as
toothbrushes, underwear, socks, etc. Colin and I had matched Troy's money
but didn't tell him, as we wanted to make sure they had everything they
needed. The tears flowed again as the minister told everyone what had been
done and almost everyone came up and hugged Troy to thank him and said how
sorry they were. Troy was a mess by the time the service was over, but
there were lots of great stories about Lawrence and how he lived and how he
cheered most people up that he was around. By the time it was over, I was
sure I was going to have to go home and have some of Troy's medication to
help me sleep. Colin and I made a large donation to the church again as it
was more than obvious that the minister cared about people and it wasn't
just a job for him. He was truly a great man and we knew he was trying
hard to make a positive difference in the world by accepting everyone
equally without judging them.
Once we got home, Troy said that one of the things that Lawrence had talked
about a lot was his trip to the island and being on the water, so he asked
if we would consider scattering some of his ashes at sea and on the island.
We thought that would be awesome and even had a small marble stone
commissioned for the island. We agreed to spread his ashes and then bury
the urn with the stone above it. Troy picked out the spot, which he said
would let Lawrence see the most he could and watch us when we were there.
It made for an awesome resting place and I was so proud of my little
brother for being this caring. I hugged him tight.
Five weeks later it was time for Troy to have his casts removed. Things
were hectic for Colin and me as we were preparing to head for Kansas City
for the Annual meeting of the `Q'. Mom and Dad had agreed to watch Troy
and let him stay with them. He said he wanted to come on the trip with us,
but we told him it was business and that he'd be bored. Dad promised to
take him out driving and camping for the weekend, so Troy perked up at that
idea. I took Troy to the Doctor's office to have his casts removed and as
he sat waiting he commented on how he couldn't wait and the first thing he
was going to do was scratch the itchy parts for a whole day. I had brought
a pair of long pants and a light jacket for him to put on as I knew from
friends that had casts that the skin was paler and usually the hair had
grown darker under it.
The Doctor came in and took a few vitals before proceeding. It seemed like
that was something they did before anything else. I wondered if he did
that with his wife before sex. `Just let me check your blood pressure,
honey. Oops, sorry it's 170 over 100, we won't be able to do anything
until we get that down.'
Troy's eyes just about jumped out of his head when the Doctor took out the
power saw to cut his cast off. "Don't worry the blade is only deep enough
to get part way through the cast. It won't come anywhere near the skin.
As he cut the leg cast, Troy held my hand, half expecting the Doctor to cut
deep to the bone. Even I had to admit the sound and look of it were a bit
unnerving. It didn't take long to get both casts off but the smell was
terrible and he did have long black hair on the skin. The Doctor said he
could wash in a moment after he checked the arm and leg. He made Troy do a
few movements and said he was fine, but just to be careful. He recommended
using the crutches for a little bit until he was comfortable putting
pressure on his leg again. The last check was Troy's ass and he told the
doctor that I could stay, as usual. He had Troy remove his pants and
underwear and lie on his back with his feet in the stirrups. He got a
metal tube that looked like a hollow dildo and sat on a small stool between
Troy's legs. He lubed up the tube (giggle) and told Troy just to relax as
it would feel a little uncomfortable. Troy just smiled at me and stuck his
tongue out playfully. He shone a light between Troy's legs and then used a
magnifying lens to have a closer look. I was paying attention, as I
thought perhaps we should have those things at home for kinky nights. The
Doctor quickly determined that Troy's stitches were completely dissolved
and that the rectum was healing nicely.
"So can I have sex now?" Troy asked after the Doctor had him sit up and
get dressed. "The Doctor in the hospital said that I shouldn't put
anything in my ass...rectum...for two to three months until I properly
healed."
"You should avoid anal sex for another couple of months. I'm sure you'd be
fine before that, but just to be safe, let's make sure that you're good and
strong again. Other sex is fine though as long as you're careful."
"Can I give blowjobs?" Troy asked bluntly. The Doctor didn't even blink
or blush.
"I'm sure you can," he grinned "as to whether you MAY, that depends on the
guy you're with. Your jaw is healed and the teeth are firm, so oral sex
will be okay."
Troy laughed. "No worries, Doc. I don't use my teeth for blowjobs."
"I'm sure that'll make your partner happy," he grinned. "You are free to
go. Let's make an appointment for another month to see how you are doing.
Do you need any more pain medication or something to help you sleep?"
I explained that we were getting low on stuff, so he prescribed more. He
showed us where Troy could wash his arm and leg and left.
"That looks so gross. I'm shaving that hair off when we get home, and then
I'm hitting the hot tub." He cleaned up and I gave him the pants and
jacket which he thanked me for. We got home and he dragged me into the
bathroom to help him shave and look `human' again, as he put it.
I shaved both arms and legs to make sure they matched and then he had me do
his underarms, pubes, balls and ass too, just to make sure. By the time I
finished his ass, he was sporting a raging boner and turned to face me.
"Looks like I'm back in business, bro!" He grinned as he pushed it between
his legs and let it snap back up.
"Nice to see it again!" I smiled as I stood and kissed him. "What are you
planning first?"
"I either want a blowjob or I want to fuck."
"I can go call Madison for you, if you like," I said grinning.
"Can we turn on the bubbles and make out in here, right now?" He smiled.
I walked over to the wall and flipped the switch to activate the machine.
It only took a few seconds for bubbles to begin pouring out of the wall.
Troy came up and hugged me. "Thanks for being here for me and for being my
big brother. I love you Justin."
"I love you too, Troy." He held me tight and placed his cheek against my
chest. By the time the bubbles got up to our knees, I was rock hard and
quickly stripped off my shorts and shirt to leave me as naked as Troy.
"Too bad you can't fuck me, huh? Looks like you need it," he grinned as he
grabbed hold of me and began to gently stroke. I took his cock in my hand
after reaching down for a palm full of bubbles. He purred like a kitten as
I began to jerk him off. As the bubbles got to our waist, we began to
slide back and forth against each other to become all slippery. Troy wanted
to give me a blowjob first, but I suggested that I give him one and then I
wanted him to fuck me. He beamed at the suggestion and watched me
disappear into the foam. He placed his hands on my head and began to fuck
my face as I sucked his hard 7 inch circumcised dick. I was sure he had
grown some and I would have to remember to measure him when we were done,
but for now he was in heaven and enjoying his first blowjob in a long time.
I had no idea if he'd been jerking off in his room, but if he hadn't he
might drown me with all his cum. He warned me a couple of minutes later
that he was going to shoot if I didn't stop. I moved him over to the
counter and grabbed the lube for my ass. His dick didn't need it as it was
all lubed up from the foam which was now chest deep. I should have shut
the machine off but I was way too horny to stop what we were doing. I felt
him aim his hard pole at my ass and I bent over further and spread my legs
to give him better access. He pushed in quickly.
"Oooooh...hooooof!" he gasped as he felt my ass tighten around his dick.
He slid all the way in and moaned again. "I forgot how good this feels. I
never want it to end," he said as he began to move in and out. He barely
got the words out before he grunted, grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside
me. He held on and I knew he was cumming already. I could actually feel
it filling me up. So much for never wanting it to end. As he stopped
twitching and squirming, he leaned forward and kissed my back.
"Guess I needed it more than I thought." He said cheerfully with only a
slight pant to his breath.
"Does that mean you're done already?" I joked.
"No. I just came, but I think I can go again. Is it okay if I keep
going?"
I laughed and nodded. "You can stay in there for the rest of the day if
you wish."
He fucked me for another ten minutes before he shot another load and he was
truly sweating at this point. We were covered in bubbles and it was up to
the ceiling. I heard the door open and Kyle yell in.
"Are you guys still alive in here?" He said as he shut off the machine.
"Yeah. I was just shaving Troy's arms and legs where the casts were."
"Okay, go with that then," he said sarcastically. "I think I need shaving
too. Will I need lube or will you be shaving me with your cock dry?"
"Smart ass," I said as I heard him coming towards us. I felt his hand on
my cock and another one felt between my legs to confirm that Troy was deep
inside me.
"I knew it. It's an internal shaving," he giggled. I reached over and
found Kyle to be naked and hard. He was ready to play, but that was hardly
a news flash. Troy felt him too and decided to pull out of me. He dropped
to his knees and sucked Kyle into his mouth.
"Oh yeah. That's it straight boy, suck my cock."
"30% straight boy," he mumbled with the cock in his mouth.
I found Kyle's face and pushed my tongue into his mouth as I stood
partially to the side of him. By the time Kyle shot his load, Troy was
hard and ready for round three. Both Kyle and I got on our knees and
shared Troy's cock between us. When he announced he was going to cum, Kyle
and I both fought over his dick as we tried to catch whatever load might
shoot out. Kyle had Troy's cock in the right position when he fired a
small load onto the waiting tongue.
"Mmmmm...lunch," he said licking his lips. I stood up and Kyle sucked me
off until I torpedoed his throat with my cum. He stood up and we had a
three-way kiss as he shared my load with both of us. We hugged and kissed
for a while before turning on all the shower heads, almost drowning
ourselves. We both scrubbed Troy from head to toe so he felt clean and
sparkling. The three of us headed to the hot tub and played around outside
for a while. It was good to have Troy back, even though he was still
having nightmares and breaking into tears on a regular basis. Hopefully
having him back in a regular routine would help.
I warned Mom and Dad about his night terrors and they promised they would
be there for him. Jared, Myles, Forrest and even Jordan, promised to stop
by and make sure Troy wouldn't be bored for the four day weekend.
Colin, Jason, Alex, Kyle and me packed and headed for the airport, for our
trip to the middle of nowhere. I mean to Kansas City...in the middle of
nowhere. Kansas City, Missouri...not Kansas City, Kansas, although they
are attached to look like one big city, I think...
I had a few hours to Google it, have my fact checkers get back to me, and
of course look around for myself when we got there to know for sure.
Sounds confusing. Why not move the state line, or call the city on one
side one thing and the city on the other side something else. But of
course, who are we to talk...we have the same thing with Lloydminster in
Alberta and Saskatchewan. It's on the border and it's one city with one
city government. Plus imagine having to write Lloydminster Saskatchewan
every time you posted a letter. Bet those people were happy when emails
and text were invented.
Now where was I? Right...on our way to Kansas City for the annual meeting
of the `Q'. Look out Tyson and Braden, here come the crazy Canucks!
So, guess what the next chapter will be about? Right...It will be an
adventure to the great state of Missouri, or Kansas...or whichever Kansas
City we land in first. See y'all there!
Comments and feedback is welcome as always. outinwest@gmail.com
After reading this chapter over again, I was thinking I should get one of
those food I.V. bags and a catheter. I could probably write faster if I
didn't have to stop to eat and pee. Now if I could only do something about
those wasted eight hours of sleep...just saying.